Disrupting the rules of engagement gets us thinking about how we interact and how we can it better.

A close friend and colleague with one of the keenest business minds I know, warned me against discussing ideas around slow coaching.

I wrote this in the last month of 2022, but didn't share it. Today, on International Women’s Day, I thought I would. Sometimes you...

It got me from Aldous Huxley to voicing your Terrible Twos at work. Children are remarkable for their intelligence and ardor, for their...

Resistant and sceptical, but curious. Coaching is messy and challenging and only you hold the keys to use it for the growth you want.

The power of thinking aloud to explore your understanding of and feeling about complex ideas and issues.

Language that labels us with judgement holds us in and holds us back. We wouldn’t do it to another. So why do we do it to ourselves?

The opportunities of a 5 generations strong workforce. What are your experiences?

Silenced (Hi)stories listen out for stories that are hidden, difficult to tell and yet needful of remembrance and share them to connect.

What would your mid-summer night's dream be? Collaborative ways of learning and navigating change.

Questions and reflections on what we want and need from our built spaces.

In returning to the office, how do we use our experiences of the last two years to be both more self-aware and more connected?

A short reflection on the power of the pause to create space not only to truly listen but also to voice from the heart.

A short reflection on the power of questions and how we might go about designing one's that open up discussion rather than close it down

September’s (slightly delayed) Full Moon blog is about taking risks. Why they’re so good for us. And yet why we’re so resistant to them....

What's the difference between a wood and a forest? You decide...

Lost in the forest and sitting with uncertainty. What is does to your powers of presence.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/pablo-neruda Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig and lifted its whisper to my thirsty...

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes...

I’m a work in progress, with no completion date.